I’m well aware that part of my job as a parent is to constantly adapt to the new and changing problems that will crop up as the girls get older.
I just never thought I would be nostalgic about the old dilemmas.
Like how to take a car ride with infant Gigi who would suddenly plank anytime you’d even think about putting her in her car seat. I’m sure I deserved that, somehow.
Like executing a top-secret mission to do laundry when it came time for Blankie’s bi-annual washing. That’s once every two years, not twice a year.
But just today Lulu came up to me and said, “This doesn’t smell spring fresh. What can you do about it?” Teach you to do laundry?
Other new problems I’m coming to grips with are things like the fact that Valentine’s Day is apparently “the new Halloween” and we have at least two pounds of candy.
The fact that someone got mustard on the carpet and instead of telling me, tried to lick it off for several minutes before I noticed.
The fact that two someones want earrings.
I’m not anti-earrings—I’ve had my ears pierced since I was two, though I rarely wear earrings because my hair just swallows them up. As for the girls, I just don’t want the upkeep. The piercing gun. The relentless requests to go to Claire’s. Shudder.
So we adapt.
And we go to the craft store.
And drop $1.99 on stick-on gems.
Best $1.99 I ever spent.
Now I’ve got ten years to hope someone comes up with stick-on prom dates.